The X-Files (1993–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - 3 - full transcript

Damn.

There's ash in the wine
from the fires in Malibu Canyon.

You can almost
see from here.

I want you
to know I...

I don't do this.

I-I mean, I'm... I'm
not one of those guys

that sends his
family on vacation

just so he can...

but when I met you at the
corporate party, I...

Shh!

It'll be worth it.



I'll do things with you
no one's ever done.

Let's start in the bedroom
and work our way downstairs.

Okay.

Don't let the media
in on the writings

in blood on the wall.

Okay.

Excuse me, sir.

If I can ask your indulgence.

This is a restricted
crime scene.

Agent Mulder.
I'm with the Bureau.

Nobody called
the Bureau.

They should have.

Look, LAPD's seen--
I don't know, what?--

maybe a couple of weird
crime scenes down the years.



I think we can
handle things.

There's no time for
agency rivalries.

I don't care about
credit for the arrest

or what goes on whose record.

In the past year,
these killers

have murdered six people
in two states.

They only kill at night.

By the end of the week,
two more people will be dead

and they will be gone.

Just how do you
know all this?

There's a file
on the previous murders.

I've studied it.
I've studied them.

I've been waiting three months
for them to reappear.

And just how can you be sure
that these are the same killers?

The wire reported a body
was found drained of blood,

bite marks on
the exterior jugular

and median cubital veins.

Every mirror
in the house was smashed.

Yeah, well, it's what
the wire didn't report

that distinguishes
this scene.

There's writings
on the wall

written in
the victim's blood.

"He who eats of my flesh
and drinks of my blood

"shall have eternal life

and I will raise him up
on the last day."

They have the same feeble
literal grasp of the Bible

as all those big-haired
preachers do.

The victim--
was he a father?

Yeah. Three boys.

The, uh, family's
been notified.

In Memphis, they murdered

James Ellis, 58,

father of Ellis
and Sons Clothiers.

The second victim
was a Korean woman--

Linda Sun.

The third victim
was a Jesuit theologian.

Excuse me.

In Portland, three months ago,

the first victim
was a priest.

The second victim
was the only son

in a family of six children.

The last victim was the owner
of a New Age bookshop--

the Holy Spirit.

I believe that's how
they perceive themselves:

as a kind of unholy trinity.

They use these to extract
the blood, and then store it

for a quick fix later.

Their need
is insatiable,

but murdering for blood risks

exposure and capture.

If my profile of
the previous cases holds true,

they've been living in the city
and working near blood products

for the past month.

Look, Agent Mulder, uh...

look, I'm really sorry I was
such a hard-ass back there,

but in this town, it's
really tough to trust anyone.

Truth is I'd be happy

to have you work
on our investigation.

- Now, this is Detective Gwynn...
- I'm working alone.

An FBI agent
without a partner?

Look, Mulder, our department's
under a crisis alert right now

because of the fires
in the canyon.

The fact is,
I don't think I can free up

many resources
for you right now.

I only need one thing.

Hollywood Blood Bank.

Yeah, hi. This is Marty Mulder
from your payroll service.

I have a question
regarding the W-4 form

of a recent employee.

You mean Frank?

When was he hired?

A couple weeks ago.

He's the night watchman.

- Federal agent!
- Hey!

Easy, man, easy!

Sorry, man.

I didn't know you were there.

Damn freak night watchman
down there

always breaking the lightbulbs.

I'll wait
upstairs.

Federal agent!

Freeze!

Turn off the lights!
Turn them off!

You're killing me!

Turn them off! Turn them off!

- Please!
- Tell us your real name.

I can't take it!

Turn off the lights!

You're killing me!
Turn them off

Please!

Turn off the lights! Please!

Turn them off!

That better?

I'll only talk to him.

Lucky you.

You know what we are.

What are you?

He is the father, I am the son,
and she is the unholy spirit.

And the three of you
killed Garret Lorre.

No.

Your fingerprints were
found at the crime scene.

No.

When a snake eats a fly,
it's not murder.

It just is.

Frogs eat flies.

Are you dead?

I never will be.

You believe that?

Don't you want to live forever?

Well, not if drawstring pants
come back into style.

Look.

What nobody realizes is
that there is no afterlife.

I know this--
Listen to me, listen to me.

I know this because
when we prolong our lives

by taking theirs,

all I see is such... horror
in their eyes.

And that's because

at that moment,
they're face-to-face with death,

and then suddenly they realize
there's nothing else.

There's no heaven.

There's no soul.

There's just rot
and there's just decay.

And I will never, ever,
ever, ever have to face that.

It's a stiff price though.

Look at yourself--
drinking blood,

living in darkness,

unable to see
your reflection

in a mirror--
or is that just a myth?

I can't be seen
in a mirror.

Look...

anything worth anything
has a price,

and when I'm standing
next to your deathbed

looking as young
as I look right now

and I see that fear
in your eyes

at the moment of death...

then, then tell me
the price is too stiff.

It's more likely
I'll be looking

into your eyes
at the moment

before they lead you
into the gas chamber.

But that's a moment
you won't have to face

if you tell me
where the others are.

Why would I?

They're the only ones
that can kill me.

Well, if you are
what you say you are,

I know what can kill you.

It'd be very easy
to cover those windows.

Just tell me
where the other two are.

In a couple hours, there'll be
no escaping the sun...

son.

If he wants to talk,

cover the windows
and call me.

What if he turns
into a bat

and flies out
through the bars?

That man is clearly delusional,

but I get the sense that not
even he believes his own claims.

For now, we've got to
play along with his beliefs.

I'm hoping that the sunlight
will give him an excuse to talk.

Why don't you go back to
your hotel and get some sleep.

I didn't check
into a hotel room.

I don't sleep anymore.

Number four, right away!

Number four, right away!

An edema ball
at the nostrils,

rupture of the skull due to
internal steam pressure--

these are indications
of long exposure

to extreme temperatures,
not a sunburn for 15 seconds.

The guards found
no flammable materials?

I had believed
that this man's illness

was psychological.

There is a condition
known as Gunther's disease--

congenital erythropoietic
porphyria,

creating cutaneous
photosensitivity.

I'm familiar with porphyria;
it's an affliction that causes

lesions and blisters when skin
is exposed to sunlight,

not fourth-degree burns.

Sufferers may have
a hema deficiency

which can be supplemented
by a small ingestion of blood,

not the kind of blood-thirst
that this man had.

It's probably
ignorance of porphyria

as a disease
that led to the creation

of vampire myths in Asia
in the Middle Ages.

I had dismissed the possibility

of the actual existence
of such a creature as myth.

You are really upsetting me...

on several levels.

When will you get
the blood tests back?

Next week.

What's this
purple stain here?

Could be an ink stamp,

like they give
at a party or a club.

Can you read it?

It is possible that the heat
burned the ink permanently

into the lower levels
of the skin.

An old coroner's trick.

I can make a quarter appear
from behind your ear.

Are you about to ask

what a normal person like me
is doing in a place like this?

How do you define normal?

Misha, red wine.

I don't.

How do you?

All I know is, uh...

normal is not what I feel.

You've lost someone.

Not a lover.

A friend.

I'll get these.

He who drinks my blood...

Has eternal life.

You're not interested
in this place, in what we do.

How do you know?

You're afraid of me.

I take the life of others...

inside me...

into my blood.

I need to know.

All day long,

I deal with equity,

notes, bonds.

Nothing that's real.

This gives my life... life.

My name's Kristen.

It's a normal name.

AIDS...

Aren't you afraid?

I wish I could die.

Father.

The sun.

I don't know who you are, freak,
but we're two consenting adults.

Yeah.

Get the hell out of here.

Kristen?

Kristen?

Kristen?

Come out.

It's my turn.

Don't worry.

I took care of that guy.

I told you I'd protect you.

The murderers cut off
the power supply,

at some point,
and the phone.

Fits their M.O.

Agent Mulder, this is

our forensic dentist
you requested-- Dr. Jacobs.

How do you do?

I don't want
to bias your report,

but I need a preliminary
examination

for anything...
unnatural.

Uh-huh.

Shine the light
down here.

Agent Mulder.

All this time,
I've been putting

raspberry sauce
on ice cream.

Check these prints
immediately.

One will be the victim's,
the other should be

- the woman we're looking for.
- Right.

Well, the bites are
not done by an animal.

These are human.

And, realize this
is a cursory exam,

but I'd say they were made
by three different people.

The unholy spirit.

We got the front,
you go around the back.

- Uh-huh.
- You, check the garage.

Okay. Do it.
Open her up.

Miss Kilar?

Los Angeles Police Department.

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

I found these.

Veterinary needles.

Size matches
the puncture wounds

of the previous victims.

And look at this.
This is from a snake bite kit.

It's placed over the wound
to extract poison.

- Only, this one...
- Has blood in it.

Detective, over here.

Well, she wasn't at work,
and she's not here.

She's gone,
and she's not coming back.

Special Agent Fox Mulder.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

They're after you.

How do you know?

The bread.

Legends in
Eastern European countries.

It's said
that one can protect oneself

biting bread filled with blood.

You were
protecting yourself.

And now you're protecting me?

I think it's best
if I took you

into protective custody.

They'll kill once more.

- They'll try to kill you.
- Hmm.

Why are you
here alone?

Because you think
you're not afraid?

Because you need to know.

You need to know they are
who you believe they are.

What I believe you to be.

One change in the wind,

and the fires
will move this way.

Have you ever tasted blood?

No, you haven't.

Blood tastes...

dangerous.

It's sweet... and thick.

You were in Memphis and Portland
when the other murders occurred.

How are you connected?

When I was a little girl,
my father beat me.

"Abused" is
too frail a word.

He showed his love
for me by beating me.

I was dead.

One night,
he hit me so hard,

he knocked out two teeth,
then locked me in my room.

The blood poured from
my mouth onto the floor

and down my throat.

It was the only way
I knew I was alive.

I met John in Chicago.

You know him
as "the son."

He also beat me.

I guess that's the way
it works sometimes.

He hit me once
and cut open my lip.

I was angry.

As revenge,
I jumped on him

and I bit through
his lip.

He tasted my blood.

And I tasted his.

After that,
we were into blood sports.

But...

I never...

I lost him.

One night he came home
with two others,

and it turned...

unnatural.

I left him
and I moved to Memphis.

But they followed you.

They want you.

I'm tired of running.

And you're here to protect me.

You trying to ward me off?

It's from someone I lost.

Well, I hope you find her.

The one you lost, John, he's...

dead.

But they've
picked up another.

They're
three again.

Kristen, I think you'll be safer

if you come back
to the police station with me.

Without him,
they won't come for me.

I won't go.

Then I won't go.

You need to get cleaned up.

Yeah?

No mirrors.

I don't like the way I look.

That makes this hard.

I'll do it.

It's not who you are.

Doesn't make you happy.

I've been watching.

I had to wait
for you to finish.

I had to wait
to tell you.

It's true.

I was as surprised
as anybody.

You can live forever.

Everybody else
just dies,

but we... we come back.

The spirit showed me.

And now she'll show you.

We live in
a different world, Kristen,

and nobody on the outside
can end my life.

You can't kill me,

but I can kill you.

I know, Kristen,
what I did to you was...

If I were to die,

I would certainly
go to hell for what I did,

but I love you,

and I can atone
for eternity.

Kill him...

...and we'll be together.

You've got to drink
the blood of his spirit.

But he's not...

No, no. He is.

A spirit is one who believes.

He knows we're possible.

You don't have much time
before the sun comes up.

Cut him open...

and we'll finish.

You have to go.

Are they here?

The fire.

You have to go.

My car's down the hill.

Mine's in the garage.

The keys are in it.

You have to get
your things.

I'll be right there.

He's not dead!

John's alive.

I saw him.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I won't leave
without him.

I'll go.

We'll rise up!

You can't kill us!

You're not one of us!

But I will be.

I'm tasting the blood
of a believer.

But you haven't taken a life.

I'll take mine.

Don't do that.

Don't do that! Don't!

Don't! Don't! No! No!

No!

Agent Mulder.

I'm sorry.

We found four bodies--
all dead.

The remains?

The fire was
extremely hot.

It's just ashes and bones.

I made this!